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I Excluded My Stepdaughter From Our Family Trip

We were getting ready for an eight-day family trip to Spain with our two kids, ages 12 and 14. My 15-year-old stepdaughter had already started packing when I told her, “I need you to stay home to water my plants. I’ll pay you!”

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My husband stayed silent—he knows how much I love and care for my plants. He also knows there’s no one else who can tend to them. My mother could’ve helped, but she’s elderly and lives fifty minutes away; it just didn’t make sense for her to drive back and forth every day for that.

So, my stepdaughter stayed behind. The arrangement was simple: I’d pay her $30 a day to water the plants.

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But once we arrived at our hotel in Spain, I received a shocking call. My mother told me that a truck had pulled up to her house and workers were unloading all of my plants there. I was stunned.

When I turned to my husband for answers, he admitted that he was the one who arranged it. “This is to remind you that your plants are not more important than my daughter,” he said coldly. “I don’t want them in my house anymore.”

Then he added, “And if you think you can’t live without them, maybe you should move to your mother’s place too.”

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I froze. Our vacation was instantly ruined. Yes, my husband owns the house—but I’m his wife, and I have every right to live there too. I wasn’t being unfair to his daughter; I was even paying her to help me.

Is this really how I deserve to be treated?

Source: brightside.me

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